not brilliant

He Pingyi raised his hand again to test Jing Can's temperature, Jing Can in his sleep seemed to feel the touch, grunted, and arched forward again.

It seems that the temperature has dropped a little.

He Pingyi looked at his watch at this moment, and it was almost time to wake up for school normally.He pressed the eye socket with the other hand, and sent a message to Wang Xiaowei, asking him if he knew anyone from Class [-], thinking of finding someone to give Jing Can's class teacher a vacation.Wang Xiaowei didn't reply, so he probably hasn't woken up yet.

He Pingyi turned off the alarm clock on his mobile phone in time, thinking about letting Jing Can sleep for a while.Who would have thought that Jing Can's biological clock would be frighteningly accurate even when he was sick, and as soon as six o'clock arrived, the people beside him woke up rubbing their eyes.

Jing Can habitually wanted to touch the phone by the pillow, but his hand felt wrong. He closed his eyes and pinched it with five fingers, judging in his heart, it seemed to be a wrist.

wrist!

Jing Can suddenly opened her eyes, and at the same time, recalled the current situation.

"Why did you wake up just now?" He Pingyi thought for a while, and handed Jing Can's cell phone to him, "Alright, then you can ask your teacher for a leave of absence and go back to sleep."

"Huh?" Jing Can reacted to this sentence for a few seconds, and said quickly, "No, I'm fine, I can go to class now."

"No," He Pingyi flatly denied, "You took antipyretic medicine in the middle of the night yesterday, and it's only been more than six hours. What if the medicine wears off and you have a fever again?"

"No," Jing Can explained, "I used to be fine overnight like this. The characteristic of my illness is that it comes on quickly, but my body's self-healing ability is very strong, so the recovery is also very fast."

He Pingyi listened, why is there a sense of complacency in these words?

"That doesn't work either," He Pingyi said, "I don't want to watch the past, but this time. How can someone go to class after six o'clock in the morning like last night's burning?"

"But... the monthly exam is coming."

Whenever He Pingyi was afraid of getting angry, Jing Can's voice would be lowered.At this moment, he was lying on the bed, most of his face was buried in the pillow, the little voice slipped over the soft pillow, and entered He Pingyi's ear lightly.The hand placed by He Pingyi's side suddenly moved, as if driven by some force, the index finger quickly bent like a spasm, and quickly returned to its original position.

Jing Can didn't know anything about the effects he caused, and kept talking.

"There are a lot of things to memorize in liberal arts, and I haven't finished memorizing them yet."

After hearing this, He Pingyi asked a very profound question: "Is achievement more important than fate?"

Logically, Jing Can is not easy to be fooled, he blinked and wanted to point out that He Pingyi was changing the concept secretly, he just had a fever caused by a sore throat, and he was not dead.But before he spoke, he thought for a while, and felt that He Pingyi had worked so hard to take care of him all night, so he shouldn't talk back like this.

"Then I'll rest for a while." Jing Can silenced her drums.

It can be regarded as barely achieving the goal, He Pingyi snorted twice, and said: "Then send a text message to the teacher and go to sleep, I won't go either."

"what?"

"Didn't sleep well at night." He Pingyi already understood Jing Can's unwillingness to cause trouble for others, so this time he said directly first, "I woke up several times in one night, I have to catch up on sleep."

After He Pingyi finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and put his left hand to cover Jing Can's exposed half of his face, which meant that he was not allowed to open his eyes or open his mouth, lest this person raise objections again.Unexpectedly, after a little silence, Jing Can suddenly said, "It's raining outside."

"Is there?" He Pingyi closed his eyes and listened, but heard nothing.

"Yes," Jing Can said, "I can hear it very accurately. It's still light now, but if you wait two to three minutes for this kind of rain, it will definitely rain heavily."

These words sounded strange to He Pingyi, so he deliberately listened carefully, and finally seemed to hear the faint sound of raindrops falling, but if Jing Can didn't say it, he would definitely not notice it, let alone Think it's the sound of rain.

About two minutes later, He Pingyi heard a sound that lulled him to sleep.

It was raining heavily.

"You still have this ability?" He Pingyi turned to look at Jing Can in surprise, "A young boy with excellent hearing?"

"No, the more you listen to it, the better it will be."

"Many?" It's hard to guess the word, He Ping asked, "How is it too many?"

Jing Can said it plainly and didn't care much, but it was hard for He Ping not to think about it.He began to recall when he would listen to the sound of the rain seriously. After thinking about it, it was only when he was in a bad mood and he was bored in the room alone.What about Jing Can?

"Hmm..." After thinking about it, Jing Can said slowly, "Then let me tell you a secret. I started listening to it when I was six years old, and I know how many times it rains every year in every place I live since I was eight years old. For example, there were 2011 rains in Beijing in 46, 2012 rains in 49, and 2013 rains in 60."

Jing Can's words stopped here, he turned his head, and looked at He Pingyi in the thin light from the curtains: "I can even tell the exact day, do you want to hear it?"

He Ping was stunned.He knew that there were people who collected sneakers, figures, and stamps, but he didn't know that there were people who collected rain.

"Why do you remember this?"

Jing Can never thought about the question He Pingyi asked.He squeezed the soft quilt one by one, and began to think about why he started to store these in his mind.

"I don't know why," Jing Can said, "Maybe it's boring."

"Boring?" He Pingyi obviously didn't believe the words, "Being bored for so many years, are you bored every time it rains?"

Lies are too clumsy, and the result is that no one can be fooled.Jing Can had no choice but to pick and choose among the correct answers, and organized another set of arguments.

"When I was young, I was always alone in the house, and Beijing worked very hard. At that time, I felt that rain was a rare thing, so I started to observe raindrops, study the sound of rain, and began to record the time from seeing the first drop of rain to hearing the sound of rain. How long will it take to hear the sound of rain." Saying this, Jing Can felt that the "boring" she just said was not a lie, "Look, it's because of boredom."

He Pingyi frowned, still feeling that something was wrong.

And Jing Can has already changed to a lying down position, he looked at the ceiling, and included the time data this time into the database in his head, and put an extra label on it - "Heard it with He Pingyi The first rain".

Having gained something, Jing Can closed her eyes contentedly in the middle of the sound of rain.

"Jing Can."

When he was about to fall asleep, He Pingyi suddenly called him.

"Do you like rain?"

"I like it." Jing Can said.

When I was young, I actually didn’t like it. When I was young, I liked the sun, blue sky and white clouds, and cheerful things.But when Jing Can grew up, she found that on rainy days, people wearing umbrellas and raincoats often looked hurriedly, or looked at their feet carefully, for fear of being splashed by the rain.The harsher the environment, most people will pay more attention to themselves.

After understanding this point, Jing Can began to like rainy days.

That day, the two of them fell asleep in the sound of rain until noon. When He Ping woke up, he found that the side was empty.He shook his head, and opened the door while calling Jing Can's name.The sound of porcelain bowls clinking came from downstairs, and the sunlight and the smell of rice were very clear.

When he went downstairs, He Ping stared blankly at the two dishes and one soup on the table, and then at the people in the kitchen who were serving rice, unexpectedly, Jing Can really made his joke last night come true.

"What's the matter with you?" He Pingyi strode to the kitchen and snatched the spoon from Jing Can's hand, "Wake me up when you're hungry, and I'll cook for you."

As if she had expected to be criticized by He Pingyi, Jing Can took out a thermometer from nowhere and waved it in front of He Pingyi's eyes: "I'm fine, look, my fever has subsided."

He Pingyi held the rice in one hand, and took the thermometer with the other.After taking a look at it, he smiled at Jing Can: "37 degrees [-] is considered to be a fever?"

Forget it...

Jing Can pursed her lips, just thinking secretly in her heart, and didn't dare to speak out.

He Pingyi had to admit that Jing Can's dishes were really delicious, and when Jing Can was full, he swept away the dishes on the plate, not even a drop of the soup.Sitting opposite, Jing Can saw his posture and asked him uncertainly, "Do you think it's delicious?"

He himself felt that he didn't perform well today, the fried lettuce was too old, and the scallions were still mushy.

"It's delicious." He Ping tidied up the plate neatly, "Do you like cooking?"

do you like it?

Jing Can thought about it, he didn't like it, even hated it.He hated the sound of the shovel scraping the bottom of the pot, and the sound of metal basins rubbing against each other. He even trembled physiologically when he heard these sounds, and even his heart shrank into a ball, feeling uncomfortable.

But at this moment when He Ping wanted to ask, he still habitually kept it secret: "It's okay, sometimes I do it myself."

He Pingyi was already tinkling to wash the dishes, Jing Can followed, stood beside him, and helped him squeeze a few drops of washing liquid onto the dishcloth.

"I can also make it myself," He Pingyi said, "but I was forced to. When I was a child, I thought that all the dishes my mother made tasted the same. It was so amazing. How can you say that fried garlic sprouts and fried beans taste the same? What about it? But my mother made them exactly the same, and I wondered at that time, since I thought these dishes all tasted the same, why did they grow into different shapes?"

Speaking of this, He Pingyi shook his head and laughed twice.Just by these two sounds, Jing Can knew that He Pingyi's childhood must have been very happy.

"It wasn't until I ate other people's dishes that I realized that these dishes should taste different when they are fried. There are so many ways to make these dishes. What's more frightening is that my parents don't eat spicy food, and I It was only after I ate spicy chicken that I realized that there are such delicious dishes in this world. Then I felt that relying on my mother is worse than relying on myself, so I started to think about making them by myself. However, although the taste of the dishes I made is not bad, the appearance is not as good as yours. Yes, I don't pay much attention to knife skills."

I accidentally got praised again.While smiling along with He Ping, Jing Can decided to not hate the kitchen even more in the future.

"I'll make it for you next time." With this plan in mind, He Pingyi began to actively understand the needs, "Do you like spicy food?"

"I like it, but I can't eat too spicy." Jing Can said.

The stratum corneum of Jing Can's skin is very thin, and the capillaries are rich, so it is easy to blush.Although he likes spicy food very much, the experience of putting it on his face after one bite is not particularly good. He was once teased because of this.He remembered that there was a boy who was older than him, pointed at his face, smiled exaggeratedly, and said, "Hey, why are you blushing, you are younger than a little girl."

He has been teased not once or twice, and he has heard more exaggerated words, but this time he was very impressed.Probably because he doesn't think little girl is a derogatory term, so why use it to make fun of others.At that time, he wanted to refute, but everyone laughed loudly, and he was not familiar with these people, and no one wanted to hear his rebuttal—even though these people said they wanted to thank him for the meal, they forced him to come here .

He Pingyi was lowering his head, washing away the detergent left on the dishes.Hearing Jing Can's answer, he said without raising his head, "Then next time I'll make you spicy chicken that isn't too spicy."

Jing Can has always felt that human language is amazing, a few words can break a heart, and a few words can make people believe again that everything will develop in a good direction.

He Pingyi mentioned "the future", but in Jing Can's long childhood and teenage years, he was always the only one who faced these two words.

In the past, Jing Can believed that the rainbow after the rain meant good things happened, so when he saw the colors across the sky through the narrow rectangular window in the kitchen, he suddenly felt that he finally had the courage and was ready.

"He Pingyi."

"Ok?"

Jing Can put one hand on the edge of the marble table, and slowly fastened it.

"Have you ever been to Beijing?"

The sound of water flow stopped at this moment, and the surrounding space obviously eliminated this sound, but it seemed that a heavy sound was played on Jing Can's taut strings.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

He asked this question, but Jing Can didn't answer.He was waiting for He Pingyi's answer, he took a deep breath and couldn't let it go.

After a short silence, He Pingyi said, "I haven't been there."

Jing Can took a long breath, and immediately after, there was an obvious dull pain in his temple, and he heard someone talking, trying to disturb his thinking.The hands on the marble table slumped down, Jing Can smiled into He Pingyi's eyes, and then said: "There is a spicy chicken that is delicious. If you go to Beijing, I will take you there to eat."

"Okay."

He Pingyi turned around and went to put the washed dishes into the cupboard, and Jing Can was the only one left by the window.

The rainbow outside the window is still there, and nothing seems to have changed in Jing Can's world.

Once upon a time, after all, a rainbow is just the result of the refraction and reflection of the sun's rays on small water droplets in the air.

After confirming these, Jing Can turned her head to look at He Pingyi.

He Pingyi wiped his hands and turned around just in time.

An inch of sunlight hit Jing Can's face on the right side, and the long eyelashes were full of light.Half of Jing Can's body was in the bright light and shadow, while the other half was obviously dimmed because it failed to touch the sunlight.He didn't say anything, and showed no expression, he just stood there, looking into He Pingyi's eyes.

In the future, He Pingyi tried to find Jing Can in the past in their future. He wanted to see what he looked like when he was a child, and what he looked like along the way, but when he looked at many photos of him, he found that the photos The ones on the list are not the Xiao Can he imagined.Until one day, they returned to this window again, and under the similar sunlight, Jing Can was still standing by his side.He recalled this scene, and suddenly realized that it was Xiao Can who was silently looking at him at this moment.

That lonely little Can.

But at this moment, He Pingyi hadn't noticed such a profound meaning, he just felt that Jing Can looked a little lonely, so he walked up to Jing Can, touched Jing Can's forehead, and said as if to coax him : "Get well soon, after the monthly exam is over, I'll take you to drive a go-kart, okay?"

The lowered eyes raised again, Jing Can looked at him and smiled, the way He Pingyi laughed made He Pingyi feel that the lonely emotion on him just now was probably just his own illusion.

"Okay."